Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.